THE DANDY

It’s been a long time since I did any work in Photoshop and Lightroom, so I spent a pleasant afternoon yesterday on this studio portrait from just over a year ago at Studio 3 by Severn. It helped that the sun was shining briefly and for a short period of time I could imagine I was indoors by choice.

FLORA

A little bit of vibrant colour for a grey, November day. I called this Flora for fairly obvious reasons. We had a lot of fun making the model’s hair fly out like that, although I think she was a tad dizzy by the time we’d finished.

CLOWNS TO THE LEFT OF ME …

I’ve heard it said that some people are frightened of clowns. There’s even a term for it – coulrophobia. I’ve never subscribed to this idea myself. They’re just kindly old men entertaining folks at children’s parties and at circuses… aren’t they?

TEARS OF A CLOWN
BRING IN THE CLOWNS
THE THREAT
NO MORE MR NICE GUY

DESOLATION

DESOLATION

This photograph was one of my early successes on the FIAP competition circuit, winning gold, silver and bronze medals. This came as a bit of a surprise to me as the shoot had verged on disaster. The model, whose name I have forgotten, was from one of the Eastern European countries and had only a very few words of English, so communications were difficult to say the least. She had a repertoire of practised poses which she persisted in adopting, in spite of my repeated cries of, “No, please no.” I guess she was equally frustrated as she watched this septuagenarian capering about trying to emulate the poses I wanted, in a weird geriatric version of charades. How we arrived at this pose, I have no idea. I think I had just given up on trying to establish any kind of connection and was allowing her to do her thing. Turns out she knew best, after all.

AS THE CROW FLIES

Welcome to the latest incarnation of my photographic blog.
Like most people, my life changed quite a bit when Covid-19 reared its ugly head. No more going to the races, an end to going out to Georges’s for fish and chips and, more importantly, it brought my involvement in the world of Camera Club photography to an end.
My camera club membership will lapse at the end of this year and, sadly, I won’t be renewing it as I just can’t bring myself to make friends with Zoom. As I am now galloping towards being an Octogenarian and not having recourse to a crystal ball to check on the demise of this pesky pandemic, I have also retired from my judging duties which I will miss enormously, as I met very many lovely people and had a lot of fun along the way.
So there we are, or rather, here I am.
As there’s no fun in a blog post without a picture, I leave you with an old favourite of mine, As the Crow Flies, featuring professional model Rachelle Summers and a lovely crow I saw on one of my nature rambles.

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